Prophecies Fulfilled - Chapter 1
 

The city of Jorge, one of the largest cities in Termina, was humming with festivities. Venders from all around where bartering with customers, preformers were entertaining the crowds with their skills, minators were getting drunk in the bars, and imps were hiding about, laughing about their tricks on the puny mortals.

One perticular imp was giggling like a little school girl. He knew of a perticularly stuck-up faerie who was coming to town, and was planning to have some fun with him. And the faerie was bringing along a naive noblemen's daughter, which would be even more fun for the imp.

Sitting ontop of a clock tower, Kilik looked down at the crowd, trying to find the faeries. They would be disguised as humans no doubt, but he just had to find the one guy almost killing everyone who went near the girl he was escorting.

Thron wiped the sweat from his nose and face as he backed a step from the forge set in his outside stall, the spiked chain he had just worked on slowly cooling. It would be ready for ingraving soon, and he turned back to the warrior that he was serving, an adventurer who paid well and was now apparantly gaping at the masterwork of the minotaur with awe. He hid a smile, and looked around the booming square, with all of its vendors and such. He spotted a few curiosities, and his eyes yet wandered with indifference.

An ominous itch behind his ears was brought to his attention. It was his way to feel something 'fishy', as a hunch. He wondered what could be happening, but did not care of it at that point as he turned his face around to check on his work.

OOC: Idle dialogue, Krylo. I figured it might be okay as long as I don't do anything serious about your character.

Nelsheena: "Hey, Perinmer? How much longer until we reach this city of Jorge place?"
Perinmer: "I thought you were a noble lady?"
Nelsheena: "Yes, and?"
Perinmer: "And they didn't teach you how to speak properly?"
Nelsheena: "Father's influence. He always believed words should be used only to get the point across."
Perinmer: (sighs)
Nelsheena: "What's in Jorge, anyways? I don't feel comfortable enough even out here. I'll definitely be uncomfortable when we actually reach Jorge."
Perinmer: "You...DO remember why we're going there, right?"
Nelsheena: "Of course I do...I think."
Perinmer: "What was that you said?"
Nelsheena: (cheerful smile) "I said nothing, good sir Perinmer."
Perinmer: "..."
[Nelsheena and Perinmer had a sit down after a good several miles of traveling. They have had about seven of these sitdowns since they began the journey, and all because Nelsheena seemed particularly concerned about Perinmer's condition. He was almost the only thing keeping Nelsheena from expiring on the journey. The countryside can prove quite perilous these days.]
Nelsheena: "Okay, it's almost done."
Perinmer: "Those drinks are very refreshing. Might I ask what is in them?"
Nelsheena: "You might, but then you'd most likely projectile vomit it all back up."
Perinmer: "Why's that?"
Nelsheena: "Well, if you must know, I use a certain herb with has a painful hallucinatory effect when ingested alone, but if I combine the other ingredients just so, the hallucinatory effect is lost. Still, making a mistake while mixing it all up could leave some of the effect still possible."
Perinmer: "Forget it asked, then."
Nelsheena: "I already have, hee hee! Now drink it all, and you should have plenty of energy for when we actually arrive at Jorge."

A fancy cart, obviously carrying nobles, rich merchants, or both, passed through the gates of Jorge, making its way to "The King's Crown", one of the most expensive inns that the city had, made even moreso by the numerous people coming for the festival. Once the cart stopped outside the inn, immediately the driver, an old human man, got down and opened the door, extending a hand to aid the woman stepping out.

She was tall and gorgeous, her long blue hair blowing in the breeze like the waves of the sea. She flashed a small smile at the driver, which nearly made him fall over, and left him with a very noticable grin. Stupid old man, she thought, I hope he does fall over, and breaks his leg.

"Princess Coramere, I presume?" A fat well dressed man had waddled out of the inn doors.

"Of course." she said, with a wink and a smile that turned a few heads of the passersby. The innkeeper too nearly lost his balance.

"If you would please come with me, I will show you to your room," He said, in the nicest voice her could find, though any voice seemed hard to find at the time, "and don't worry about the bill, it's already been taken care of." Coramere had made up a story about being a princess of some king in a far off sea, and had convinced a real human prince to go as her messenger, and pay the bill as well.

It's amazing what these people can be told to do, and believe. she thought, as she was being led to her room. It was enormous, obviously designed for Neried royalty. In one corner of the room was a regular human bed, but the rest of the room was lowered by 6 feet, and filled with water. It was decorated with shells and coralin, a rare metal found only in certain areas of the sea. She dismissed the innkeeper with orders to bring in her trunk of clothes, and pondered what to do next.

Should I go watch the results of my 'trick', or should I go upstairs and wait for my prince, fool that he is? she thought to herself. On the ride over, she had taken a rather small box containing a rather costly item from a noble's baggage, and placed it into one of the bags of one of the merchants. She couldn't wait to see the fight, but decided it would be better for her to keep up her illusion of being a princess. And what princess would ever put up with wearing the same clothes travelling as going to dinner with a prince? She was getting used to the ways of the landfolk. She smiled as she happily went about getting herself properly dressed up for the occasion.

Koel was making his way through all the people in the streets, for the parade. "Excuse me...Sorry..." He didn't like crowded places. Not at all. But even he could make an exception for the annual End Of The Gain War Parade. It was an important event for him too, and besides at this time all the merchants were lowering their prices to compete with each other. Maby he could find a cheap dagger or perhaps some new rather cheap clothing.

Koel finally reached a more silent and less crowdy side street. "Now let's see...There must be atavern here somewhere..." He looked around and, lucky for him, saw a small tavern at the end of the street. He walked over to it and saw it's name sign. "The Minotars Hammer...I see..." He entered the place and looked around. The customers were mostly propably usually mostly minotars, but right now there was a representative for almost every race. At this time of year at this particular day...Figures. He thought to him self. He walked over to the bar keep and asked for a drink. He then sat down and as the bar keep brought him his drink someone from behind pushed him. "Sorry...It's just so crowded." The man said as he left. "Aah great..." Koel had spilled the drink. "Baar keep...Could you bring me another?"

Roger had been sitting in the bar drinking and was getting feisty, he wondered why tehre where so many races in a bar created for the minotaurs, and why a gnome was stealing his beer. The next time it does it he was going to smash it.

Eiffel was wandering around town, an awed looked in his eyes as he passed through the streets and groups of people. "I can't believe humans made a city this big...Termina is such a big place. It's too bad that none of these people look like they could help me."

With a frown, he patted his gun. "It's okay," he said in a cheery voice, "I'm sure we'll get someone to fix you." He smiled, nodded to himself, and continued on his way while humming a tune, oblivious to the suspicious looks that people gave the young imp.

(OOC: I'm back bitch!)

The Diablo was parked in the center of town and was open in full swing.

The lights on it where brighter then the sun. People went in and out of the airship in large numbers. Inside was a flurry of alcohol, cards, dice, and poker chips. The band pumped out a chaotic piece of classical music that perfectly set the mood.

Venn hummed happily as he did as he wandered the ship. This was the most people he had ever had on board at once.

And they were gambling perfectly.

Not for them though. The large number of whealthy drunk people that on board were practically handing money to Venn. This was his personal view of heaven.

Coramere sat impatiently in the private dining room in the top floor of "The King's Crown". She hated waiting, and this prince wasn't appearing. Instead of wondering what had become of him, she decided to go out and find new entertainment; new 'victims'. But she couldn't go wandering around town alone dressed like a princess, so she returned to her room and started removing accessories. Pearls, which the humans found rare but were commonplace to her, and rather exquisite looking pieces of jewelry. Some were real, gifts she had conned or stolen, but most were mere forgeries, much like herself.

When she was done, she looked no different from any common city girl, except that she was definitely much more beautiful. She had on little more than a simple pale blue dress, which was modestly cut in some places, but less so in others. Leaving her room through a window, she went in search of a place wherein she could act completely different from the Princess she left behind, and what better place than a common tavern. She quickly found one that looked cheap enough for her real means, and without even checking its name went in. She sat up close beside the first human man she saw, and tried to look both as attractive and helpless as possible.

a clipper ship came along on the wind towards port. the ship was painted black with huge sails. just before coming into view, a black flag adorned with a white skull and crossbones was lowered and stowed.

it wouldn't do, after all, for the port security to know it was a pirate ship until it was docked.

as the ship closed in on the docks of Jorge, a well-built man with flaming red hair climbed down from the crow's nest. the sails were lowered, and anchors dropped. ropes were thrown over and tied to the pier, and a wide plank set for disembarkment. about half the crew - red-haired man in lead - disembarked, to be stopped by a small, mousy man.

"Sir, you need to pay the fee to dock at the port of Jorge! you can't just walk off!"

"Well," said the red-haired Pirate. "what is the fee then, mate?"

he was rather tall, with bronzed skin. he wore a loose brown vest, tannish, baggy pantaloons, leather boots, and leather gauntlets. in an approved piratey fashion, he had a black bandanna to keep his hair out of his green eyes, and a ring going through his earlobe. at his side was a sword that appeared somewhere between a cutlass and a scimitar.

"uhhh . . ." the mousy man looked up. he gulped and told the fee.

"I'll also need your ship's name and your port of registry.

the Pirate frowned slightly. both of those facts were quite dangerous to let out.

"Well," he said, "hows about I pay you triple the fee and we forget the name and port?"

he tossed a bag of gold at the man, and his crew walked off, leaving the speechless dockmaster in their wake.

"Aye!" said the man, turning on a pedestrian. "Where can me'n my crew get a good rum!?"

"The Minotaur's hammer . . ." said the man, and pointed with a finger.

the Man laughed. "May the god's luck be on ye! remember the name of Jack Freade, and avoid it for yer own luck!"

with that, his crew mobbed off and entered the tavern.